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FREEDOM

Jo’burg workers from Soweto no longer show their pass, oh happy morn! The salmon’s takes its giant leap up the weir to river source to spawn. The sea bird cleansed of oil, spreads its wings released for flight. Will we see an Ulster with no division of religion? We just might. For the Berliner to […]

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THAT UGLY GAME

Like a sea mist descending to seep into every pore of my skin Penetrating through bone marrow to knee, to elbow from skull to chin. Is there a bulletin, a programme or publication where I can escape this obsession? Will anybody listen to this ”don’t know, don’t care” confession? Is there ever an interval to […]

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MY BEAUTIFUL GAME

Shake off the guilt, switch the phone to answer and pray the doorbell doesn’t ring.   Hull the strawberries, switch on the remote and listen for that familiar ping.   The scene is set, the sacred turf, the net drawn taught, those lines so white   Hear fluffy ball hit racquet string as heads turn […]

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AN HORIZON OF WINTER

As the last sun of autumn sets in the west The bird tests its wings to leave the summer nest. The white glow of the winter moon shines bright. Stomachs full and feathers cleaned for inter-continental  flight. The last leaves drop to shed the branches bare. Last chance for them, squirrel, rabbit, mouse and hare. […]

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SPRING

The Boat Race has been rowed, the Grand National at Aintree run. Soon those Marathon feet touch on London Roads in rain or sun, Coats, scarfs, thick jumpers, long sleeves shirts to wardrobes for another day. Cubs from badger sets and fox earths emerge to smell the air and play. Turn the calendar page from […]

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A SUSSEX BEACH

I first walked on that Sussex beach, in a time of innocence and play. Such laughter, we had fun, we were happy and all of life seemed gay. I took that early dip before breakfast in the cold waters of the sea. No responsibilities then, no debts or bills, we were truly free. Sand castles […]

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LAST DAYS OF SUMMER

Flocks gather for take off for southern migration, “goodbye little bird”. Men in whites leave village greens, sound of leather on willow no longer to be heard. The ping of one ball on racquet makes way for a heavy boot on another. Growing Cubs now exploring afar, by now weaned by their mother. Sand castles […]

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BEYOND THAT 0

Through the distant mists of future, looms my horizon beyond another “O” With this I contemplate if this should be my high or my low On this rung, is it still my plan to devise and develop for my future? Should I still consider myself a director, lecturer, mentor or tutor? Or should I now […]

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THE HIDDEN VEINS OF LIFE

Under motorways over excavated tunnels flow the hidden veins of life, Rides the motor launch, a pleasure toy, hired by that family from Fyfe. Concealed by houses, factories, garden sheds and wooded copses, invisible, they persist Meandering through fields and meadows town and village, wrapped in winter by a thick belt of mist. Within yards […]

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